Start To Make It Alright

Once they were situated on the furs, Bowen looked expectantly towards her sister. The instant her eyes met Ash's face, Bowen felt guilty. Her sister's words were whispered a moment later and Bo's paw moved out to rest over Ash's. "No, no, I'm sorry." She was insistent. "There are things that I don't like talking about either." She gave the larger fae's paw a comforting pat. "Go at your own pace. When you're ready to talk, I'm ready to listen." A sigh pulled from Bowen. She'd relived the full details of her capture only to Artorias. Her other siblings had just heard from him. "Maybe, when you're ready... I'll tell you about where I've been too." A sad little smile tugged at the woman's lips. "Either way, I'm glad that you're home, Ash." And she truly meant it.

"Bowen"